Another blessing
We celebrated our one year anniversary of living in beautiful Boulder, Colorado with the birth of our third son. Owen Palmer arrived on October 13, 2012 after a very quick labor and delivery, so quick that there was no time to administer any pain medicine. Having a "natural" drug-free child birth was something I had hoped for in my last two pregnancies, but it didn't quite work out that way. Since I had gotten the epidural with both of the other boys, right before pushing, I was not exactly prepared for the level of pain that I would endure. For those of you reading who want pain medication, ask early ladies. There was actually a moment, well I think there were several moments, where I thought "This is it, I'm dying." I don't know if there can be any greater physical pain, and yet I am fully aware that for centuries, women have done it this way and even now in our modern world many are choosing this route. I think the couple of pushes to get him out only really lasted a few minutes, but it seemed much longer. After it was over, I apologized to my midwife for being "that lady" who everyone in the hall can hear screaming in agony. Oh and I also swore, but only once which I was pretty proud of myself for.
Bill and I did not have a boy name picked out, as we could never agree on one or find one that either of us really loved, so we went to the hospital armed with only a baby girl name. My pregnancy was different enough from the older two boys, and theirs had been so similar, that we both thought maybe it was a girl. Not that we were hoping for one, and I resent the fact that so many people told us either they were praying for a girl or that we should be praying for one. Seriously. The nerve. You can imagine our surprise when he was born and Bill checked him out and reported to me that "It's a boy." I almost thought I detected a hint of worry in his voice. My "Always Be Prepared" husband, was suddenly unprepared since we did not have a name for him. He quickly busted out his phone and scrolled through a baby name site and we decided on Owen. It seemed to fit him right away. Palmer is the last name of my late grandfather. My dad's stepdad. He was a really wonderful man with a heart of gold who, when he married my grandmother, took on an entire family. My grandmother had 4 kids from a previous marriage, which for lots of men, would probably be a deal breaker. He gave them a life of love and stability and was an awesome dad, and later grandfather to all us grandkids. We all miss him dearly and are so thankful he was in our lives.
Owen is a wonderful addition to our family. He is adored by his big brothers and is a very happy baby. Having three boys is a little crazy, but it's a lot of fun too. While my kids will probably never have a full appreciation for classic Madona music, or the ballet (I am certain I will be attending any performances of "The Nutcracker" by myself), I know there will be plenty of other things to look forward to. And maybe I will be spared all that teenage attitude drama. One can dream, right?
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